Four English Lyrics

There is a garden in her face,
  Where roses and white lilies blow;
A heav'nly paradise is that place,
  Wherein all pleasant fruits do grow.
There cherries grow, which none may buy
Till "Cherry ripe", themselves do cry.

Those cherries fairly do enclose
  Of orient pearl a double row;
Which when her lovely laughter shows,
  They look like rosebuds filled with snow.
Yet them no peer nor prince may buy
Till "Cherry ripe", themselves do cry.

Her eyes like angels watch them still;
  Her brows like bended bows do stand,
Threat'ning with piercing frowns to kill
  All that approach with eye or hand
These sacred cherries to come nigh
Till "Cherry ripe", themselves do cry.

Lay a garland on my hearse,
  Of the dismal yew,
Maidens, willow branches bear,
  Say I died true.

My love was false, but I was firm
  From my hour of birth;
Upon my buried body lie
  Lightly, gentle earth.

For her gait, if she be walking;
Be she sitting, I desire her
For her state's sake; and admire her
For her wit if she be talking;
	Gait and state and wit approve her;
	
For which all and each I love her.
Be she sullen, I commend her
For a modest. Be she merry,
For a kind one her prefer I.
Briefly everything doth lend her
	So much grace, and so approve her,
	That for everything I love her.

Come live with me and be my Love,
And we will all the pleasures prove
That grove or valley, hill or field,
Or wood and steepy mountain yield.

Where we will sit on rising rocks
And see the shepherds feed their flocks,
By shallow rivers, to whose falls
Melodious birds sing madrigals.

Pleased will I make thee beds of roses
And twine a thousand fragrant posies,
A cap of flowers, and rural kirtle
Embroider'd all with leaves of myrtle.

A jaunty gown of finest wool,
Which from our pretty lambs we pull,
And shoes lined choicely for the cold,
With buckles of the purest gold.

A belt of straw and ivy buds
With coral clasps and amber studs:
If these, these pleasures can thee move,
Then live with me and be my love..

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